It gets lonely on occasion Last night was a good night but tonight, the lights arent shining as bright....It occurs to me and you strange how chaos is bent on smudging the gloss of our hopes, worse still inviting false realities to my dream....I have not been used to winning as a result. The man i want to be i envision; its not as if im ignorant to what your eye searches for and applauds. Last night i bowed and sang carols, made my father proud, but not so sure what it made of me, i certainly wasnt found. The man i want to be i envision...Today is a good day but yesterday, the tides werent as gay...It occurs to me and you refreshing how day always comes after night, better still washing my doorstep with dew; that is some heaven mystery...I look to paying my losses their dues as a result. The man ive grown to be i appreciate; forget that you and me are different, i choose to appreciate myself now, my slum beautiful. Yesterday i was in bed with Virginia, thinking about Regina, inflated my ego, wild incense had me feeling bigger, as if that made me better, the guilt trip ensured otherwise. Now i know better, Grown Simba, forget that you and me are different, time heals we could try to love again.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 07:02:09 +0000
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